Spit in my Left Eye

My ears pricked as the shrill pierced my 2 year old innocence. "You're a chop off the old block"! Carina Reynecke was the master of wrangling. Her husband Ferdinand - a rooibos tea grower - was too princely. “Come Brown” he gently prompted, a reminder of how much he adored my eyes. I walked beside him along the Cypress lane as he relived past moments – The demon slugs hung about in villainous fervour. Mr "Old Brown Sherry" Reynecke had pissed and pooped his pants again; mumbling into his alcohol infused puke. 20 year old Ferdinand slung his father before the onlookers then footslogged. The old man’s expletives echoed through the cypress trees and raised its aggression to  beat the ground, where the armadillo sat in silence Ferdi doubled over at the torturous memory.Shame glazed his hot skin. Even now, 10 years later his tears are like freshly squeezed lemon; Fleshy splayed bits like Jackson Pollock’s No 5 -a gradient artistic creation articu

Her silent whimper went unheard; tongs pierced translucent skin and like a vengeful act imbedded fragile bones, Steel wrenched an arm  from its shoulder. Her mother's silence hurt more than this obliteration -  more than the inch by inch rip of leg  from hip.... blinded eyes screaming in shock. “Mommy please!” – Her heart pounding strong; Her soul unbreakable, “Stop! Mommy please”, she sobbed “Please......please ”! Isabella stared aimlessly - as if her very soul had been plucked from the earth. Tiny fingers curled tightly  around it's life support the cord froze in places it touched. Life lost its grip. But her memory stubbornly held on.  She tried one more time as her voice trailed off - "Mommy".........  Terminated yet present.   With a thrust and twist of his curette "The Chief" breaks her spine and crushes her skull; His scissors snip, snap  then scrape her from her safe haven - her incubator; warm flesh sucked